Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment
only. IT has NCS and other dark stuff, yaoi, and lemon. If you
can't deal, don't read. This fic is the result of one EVIL Muse, reading
too many fics, and too little sleep. Gomen guys.
THIS IS NOT A HAPPY FIC! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!
It was supposed to be a Christmas reunion. Quatre had come down to Earth and was staying at one of his many mansions. From there, he'd sent out an invitation to all the former pilots. Duo couldn't believe it. In the past three years, few of the pilots had kept in touch with him. Once in a while, Quatre would call, but that was it. Trowa and Heero were the most silent couple ever and if they thought about their longhaired friend, well, Duo didn't know it. Wufei and Quatre were so busy with being together and running a business, they of course had little time to come to Earth and see Duo. Still, Duo had been overjoyed at this chance to see his friends again. At least until he got there.
From the get go things had been off. No sooner did he'd arrive than Quatre and Wufei began asking about his life. Maybe that wasn't all that odd, but every time he tried to ask about the others' lives, his questions were artfully brushed aside. There were even questions about OZ. Had he seen anyone from OZ in the last year or so? What did he think about Treize's death? Was he keeping up with what happened to Zechs? The questions went on all through dinner. Duo felt like they were trying to pick his brain, but couldn't figure out why.
Aside from all the questions at dinner, all the guys were drinking way too much. Heero and Trowa managed to put away five glasses of wine each. Wufei was next with three and Quatre with two. Surprisingly, all of the former pilots discouraged Duo from drinking. He only had one glass of wine.
After dinner, Quatre lead the group to a study for dessert and conversation. The conversation once again focused on Duo's life. He willingly told them about Charles and Tara, his partners in a car repair garage. They were his closest friends these days. What he didn't tell them was how lonely his life had been since the war.
Duo'd always thought the pilots would stay more in touch. Their lack of interest in socializing hurt the longhaired man. In the past three years he'd only had two relationships and both had been disasters. Charles and Tara were always there for him, however. Whether he needed a hug, to talk, or have great sex, the pair gave him all they had. In a way, Duo loved them. It wasn't the forever love Duo wanted, but it was enough.
All through the discussion of his life, several things bothered Duo. Coffee had been served to everyone, but Quatre had taken out a kind of candy cane. It wasn't a normal candy cane. This one was straight as a board and at least of foot long, not to mention over two inches thick. Where had he found it? Duo loved candy, but he'd never seen one a big as this. The candy in and of itself wasn't what bothered Duo. It was the way Quatre licked the thing all over while staring at the former pilot of Shinigami. Darn creepy.
The other two things that bothered Duo were the way everyone was standing and looking at him. Heero and Trowa had silently moved to stand just to either side of his chair. They looked like they were going reading the names of books on the bookshelves, but Duo caught them watching him out of the corners of their eyes. Wufei was seated on the edge of his chair like he knew he was going to have to move fast. Quatre just sat back in his chair watching Duo.
Their expression did nothing to ease the braided man's anxiety. Quatre looked anxious, regretful, and well, lustful all at the same time. Wufei looked like a cat ready to pounce on an unsuspecting bird. Trowa and Heero even looked anticipatory. What the hell was going on?
"Well, guys," Duo said while standing, "it's been a long day and I need to get my beauty sleep."
The simple statement caused a flurry of action. Trowa and Heero grabbed Duo's arms and pinned them behind his back. Wufei rushed across the room and slapped a piece of duct tape over Duo's mouth. It all happened in matter of seconds and before Duo could even struggle, Trowa and Heero forced Duo to his knees.
Quatre slowly rose from his chair and walked over the Duo. Violet eyes looked up at him. Their depths held confusion, anger, and no small fear. A gentle hand reached out to caress Duo's face and the captive pilot flinched from the touch. For a second, doubt flashed across the blond's face. A cold expression replaced doubt and Quatre gave his order.
"Strip him."
Muffled curses erupted from behind the gag as Duo did everything in his power to break free. However, the situation was hopeless. Heero was strong enough to hold Duo by himself and the former Wing pilot did just that as Trowa slowly removed Duo's shirt. When they got to his arms, Heero held each arm at the elbow while the shirt was slipped off.
Now that his shirt was gone, Heero twisted his arms even further behind him, forcing Duo to stand. The pain was so bad, Duo didn't even react when Wufei removed his pants and boxers. The braided pilot was barely conscious at that point. Shock, fear, and pain wrapped his mind in cotton, making it hard to focus or concentrate.
The agony in his arms eased and a few not too gentle slaps brought Duo out of the comforting haze. The survival skills Duo had learned on the streets kicked in and he noticed four things all at once. His arm were held above and in front of him by Trowa, Heero had two fingers inside him, Quatre was still licking that damn candy cane, Wufei was busy forcing Duo's legs apart and his hair was unbound. Immediately, the captive pilot tried to bring his arms down and close his legs. The attempt met with no success.
"Duo, if you fight us, you will be hurt. Just let it happen." Quatre's soft voice told him.
Duo's response was a death glare worthy of Heero. Let them do this? Like Hell!
"He's ready," Heero said from behind him.
"Very well," the blond said and handed the candy cane to Heero.
Duo's eyes became huge. He strained every muscle to the limit, yelled and screamed behind the gag, all for nothing. The three pilots held him still as Heero used the candy to penetrate him. The longhaired man threw his head back and an agony filled shriek filled the room. Tears leaked from clenched violet eyes and Wufei licked them away.
"Shh," the Asian whispered. "It'll all be over soon."
Duo's response was to toss his head back and forth as if trying to deny the reality of what was happening. Finally, Heero had the candy cane as far in as he wanted and he sat back to view his handy work. Duo's head hung limply from his neck and the pilot was only held up by Trowa's grasp of his wrists. Soft sobs drifted from behind the gag and tears poured over pale cheeks. Everything was as it should be.
"Phase two," Quatre ordered.
The three others nodded. Heero returned his attention to the piece of candy inside Duo and placed his mouth around the end. He'd deliberately left about four inches outside his former partner for thispurpose. Swirling his tongue over the stick, Heero began to move it in and out of Duo, carefully watching for a reaction. Duo's sobs simply came more frequently and now shook his entire body.
Trowa gave a harsh tug on Duo's arms to bring the pilot's attention to him. The crying man looked up at Trowa. Something like guilt passed over the tall pilot's features so fast no one noticed. Shrugging off the emotion, Trowa took both Duo's wrists in one hand, unzipped his pants, and exposed himself to the kneeling pilot. Horror and understanding dawned in Duo's eyes and he tried to pull away, again he had no luck.
"If you don't do what I want, Duo, I will break both your wrists." The tall man promised calmly and squeezed Duo's wrists until the bones ground together to emphasize his point.
Duo was drowning in confusion, fear, and terrible pain. How could his friends be doing this? They'd been comrades once. Could things have changed so much in three years? Could they have changed so much? It just didn't seem possible. The rational part of his mind pointed out that he would need the use of his hands in order to escape later. As much as he hated it, Duo would have to do as Trowa demanded. Closing his eyes, Duo nodded.
Wufei brutally removed the tape with one sharp jerk and Duo felt flesh run along his lips. Still keeping his eyes closed, Duo opened his mouth to the invader.
"Open your eyes," Quatre commanded. "I want to see your pretty eyes as you do this to Trowa." Turning to Wufei, he said, "You can join in now if you want."
Duo opened his eyes in time to see Wufei nod and move in between him and Trowa. Wufei took Duo in his mouth even as Trowa grabbed Duo's hair.
"Better start Duo. If you come before me, I'll break your wrists anyway." The tall man growled.
The wet warmth of Wufei's mouth coincided with Heero's finding his sweet spot and Duo's body arched, every muscle tense, as pleasure surged through his veins. Duo fought back in the only way he could. The young captive moved his body so that even though Heero hit the sweet spot on every thrust, he also tore Duo. Pain sang a counterpoint to pleasure and allowed Duo to focus on Trowa. There was no doubt the banged man would keep his promise and Wufei had definite talent.
Heero closed his eyes and pushed and pulled on the candy cane with skill and ease. Although Duo was still sobbing occasionally, there were soft moans mixed with them. Wufei also used all he had learned from being with Quatre to bring Duo to full erection. It worked marvelously. The Asian pilot watched Duo's face contort with pleasure as he and Heero worked Duo's muscled body. Neither man noticed the blood running slowly down Duo's legs.
Trowa couldn't believe the amount of talent Duo had. He'd only been in the other pilot's mouth for less than a minute and already he felt close to the edge. The captive pilot used a tantalizing pattern of sucking and blowing to drive Trowa almost beyond his limits with pleasure. Too bad they had to let Duo go after this. Oh well, there would be other times and chances.
After what seemed an eternity to the longhaired pilot, Trowa came with a shout, filling Duo's mouth and he forced himself to swallow it all. Who knew what the man would do if Duo spit it out. Hearing Trowa's yell, Wufei and Heero increased their pace and forced Duo to follow Trowa. Wufei, however, spit out Duo's seed.
The young pilot collapsed against those holding him. Darkness began to claim the edges of his awareness and Duo put up no fight. There was too much to bear. The betrayal of his friends and body, the pain and pleasure forced upon him, and the aching in his soul. Duo slipped into the shadows of unconsciousness willingly.
Duo awoke hours later in his own bed. The darkness outside told him it was still night. Although the young pilot was not tied up and had been cleaned up, he had no clothes on. Every movement sent shockwaves of pain through his body, but Duo was determined to make use of this chance. A quick look revealed no sign of his clothes, wallet, or bags. Choosing to ignore that for now, Duo checked the door. He was not surprised to find it locked.
It only took a few seconds to pick the lock. Once free, Duo found the laundry room and stole set of clothes. Moving with stealth born of terror, the young man returned to the study. Duo found the house safe and emptied it of all cash. He no longer had any problems with stealing from Quatre.
When he had everything he needed, Duo went to his car. It was rental from the airport. The car, however, wouldn't start. With a curse, Duo hot-wired Wufei motorcycle and headed for the airport. Charles and Tara would buy his share of the business if he asked them to without asking to many questions. He'd use the money to disappear. If there was one thing Duo Maxwell was really good at, it was hiding. His former friends would never find him. Not ever.
Revenge never really seemed an option to Duo. The other pilots were too good at their jobs. Quatre and Wufei had a host of people willing to die for them and Heero and Trowa were just to good to ever be snuck up on. No. Revenge couldn't happen as things were now. Duo needed to heal and train. Maybe later he'd kill them for this.
For now, he needed to reach his true friends and hope they'd help him. Driving into the night, Duo told himself the tears running down his cheeks were due to not having a helmet. There was no other reason for them to be there, after all.
End Part 1
Phoenix
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